WARNING: MENTION OF CHILD ABUSE!
Ally Price is actually Alvara Selwyn, Cy is Cyamus, Rose March is Rosalind Carrow. I've had somebody message me on Instagram ( xAccioDumbassx) and ask me about the dreaming situation where Adhara dreamt of Bellatrix and Rod in the second chapter, the answer is simple really, she only can remember certain parts of dreams, and sometimes she cannot remember at all. As I said there is a mention of child abuse, so be warned.
Chapter Five, Better Be...
The door swung open almost immediately. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. Adhara recognized her as Professor McGonagall. She had the same stern look on her face.
Hermione started to whisper to Pansy, Dray and Adhara that she had read about the professor.
"The Firs' Years, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid told the Professor.
"Thank you Hagrid, I will take them from here,"
She pulled the door wide. The Entrance Hall was so big that it could have fit Adhara's house in it five times over. The stone hall was lit with flaming torches, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
They all followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. The children were no longer silent, there were excited whispers all around. Adhara could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from the doorway to the right - the rest of the school must already be there - but Professor McGonagall showed the first-years into a small empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering around nervously. Adhara caught sight of Cy, who looked more nervous than the rest, she gave him a reassuring smile.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall spoke, "The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in The Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you're here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend your free time in your common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I do hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school,"
"How do you think we'll be sorted?" Pansy whispered in Adhara's ear. Adhara hadn't thought about that. This just added to her nerves. She just shrugged.
"I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you're waiting," McGonagall's eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear. And then on a redheaded boy with freckles' smudged nose. Dray was nervously trying to flatten his messy blonde hair, Hermione did the same with her bushy brown.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly,"
She left the chamber. Adhara swallowed.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" A boy with glasses asked the redhead a few feet away from Adhara."Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking." He responded.
Adhara's heart gave a horrible jolt. A test? In front of the whole school? But she didn't know any magic yet - What on Earth would she have to do? She hadn't expected something like this the moment she had arrived. She looked around anxiously and saw that everyone else looked terrified, also. Nobody was talking except for Ally Price, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need. Adhara tried hard not to listen to her. She'd never been more nervous, well apart from when she had seen Bellatrix Lestrange in Diagon Alley. She kept her eyes fixed on the door, ignoring the chattering coming from Boyet and Cy. Any second now Professor McGonagall would come back and lead her to her doom.
Then something happened that made her jump about a foot in the air - several people behind her had screamed.
"What the-" Reinhard gasped from beside her.
Adhara gasped also, as did many other people around them. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to each other and hardly glancing at the first-years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying, "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?" A ghost wearing ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Nobody answered.
"New students!" Exclaimed the Fat Friar, smiling around at them, his eyes stopped at Hermione, "My word! I thought we got rid of the Tonks for good!"
Everyone's eyes turned towards Hermione.
"Erm, what?" She stared.
The Friar looked down quizzingly, Adhara could tell that some of the ghosts looked panicked.
"So your not... erm... Nymphadora's sister?" Another questioned.
"No... I'm an only chi-"
"Oh thank Merlin!" Many of the ghosts coursed together.
"Move along now," Said the sharp voice of McGonagall. The Sorting Ceremony is about to start," Adhara's heart picked up its pace once again. One by one the ghosts flew away through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a line," The professor demanded, "And follow me,"
Feeling odd as though her legs had turned to lead, Adhara got into a line behind a girl with blonde hair, Boyet behind her. They walked out of the chamber following McGonagall and back across the hall and through a pair of double doors into The Great Hall.
Adhara had never imagined such a strange and splendid space. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles which were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. Adhara caught sight of Walsh, he was waving slightly, she grinned back at him. At the top of the hall was another long table where all the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring up at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Adhara looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. She heard Ally whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History," In the corner of her eye, Adhara saw Boyet roll his eyes.
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
Adhara quickly looked down as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-years. On top of the stool, she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Adhara's mum wouldn't have let it in the house.
Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, that seemed the sort of thing - noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, she stared at it too, there was complete silence, then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - the hat began to sing.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The entire Hall burst out into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
Adhara smiled weakly. As did many of the other first years. Trying on a hat was a lot better than having to do a spell.
Professor McGonagall stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," She said loudly. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause -
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Adhara saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit with Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped this time, several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender," became the first new Gryffindor and the table on the far left exploded with cheers.
"Bulstrode Milicent," Became a Slytherin along with a boy called "Crabbe, Vincent"
Adhara was starting to feel sick now. She remembered being picked for teams in school, was this like that?
"Doyle, Hayme!" A shy-looking boy with olive-toned skin and curly black hair went to sit on the stool.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat bellowed almost immediately. The Gryffindor table cheered again.
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Adhara noticed that sometimes the hat shouted out the house at once, but the others took a little while to decide. "Finnigan, Seamus," A sandy-haired boy who was beside Rein in the line, sat on the stool for a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor. While "Foley, Millie," Took about ten seconds to sort into Slytherin along with "Goyle, Greggory," who joined his friend Crabbe happily.
"Galvo, Maria!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Granger, Hermione,"
Hermione walked silently up to the stool and placed the sorting hat on her head, once it was on it was silent for quite a long time.
Quite a brilliant mind you've got here Ms Granger, although you are ever so brave, forgive me for saying but you're not very cunning, you've got hardly any Slytherin traits... you are so much like Ursula... in that case, there's only one place for you... Better be...
"RAVENCLAW!" Shouted the hat at last.
There was a loud clap from the Ravenclaw table as well as claps from the rest of the first years.
Hermione beamed and made her way over to the Ravenclaw table where she then shook hands with many of the students.
"Hello, my name is Cho Chang,"
"I'm Boot, Terry Boot,"
"Mandy Brocklehurst,"
"I'm Marcus Belby,"
Hermione looked back to her friends who were still waiting to get sorted and grinned and gave the thumbs up.
Adhara was happy for Hermione.
"Greengrass, Daphne!" McGonagall called.
A girl with long blonde hair walked over to the stool."GRYFFINDOR!" It yelled almost straight away. There was yet another applause from the Gryffindor table.
"Ives, Adhara!" Adhara's breath hitched, she caught sight of Walsh again as he looked up at her eagerly. She walked over slowly towards the stool, sat down, and placed the hat carefully on her head. Barely anyone noticed, however, the number of teachers that had stiffened or looked on blankly at the girl who had looked so much like two past pupils of theirs.
Hm... I've been wondering when I would see you, Ms 'Ives', let me see... Adhara heard in her ear.
'Please be Gryffindor, Please be Gryffindor, Please be Gryffindor.' She began to chant in her head.
Gryffindor, eh? I'm afraid not Ms Ives, while you are decently brave... You seem to possess more qualities of the other houses, no? Adhara gulped. The hat was going to put her in Slytherin.
No, no, while you would do well, you would not do nearly as well as you would in...
"RAVENCLAW!" The hat bellowed, making Adhara jump slightly.
There was a large applause from the Ravenclaw table, Hermione being one of the loudest. Adhara took the hat off of her head and made her way over to her house's table where she was greeted by Hermione, Cho Chang, Terry Boot, A pair of redhead twins and a couple of others who shook her hand.
"Ello, My name's Fred." One twin introduced himself.
"An' I'm George," The other said, "But you can call us-"
"Gred and Forge," Fred finished for his brother.
"Welcome to Ravenclaw, I'm your Prefect, Robert Hillard." An older boy with Black hair greeted as he offered his hand.
"Thanks,"
Adhara made eye contact with Walsh once again, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table, he gave her a sad smile.
Adhara turned her attention back to the sorting and watched as Neville Longbottom was sorted into Gryffindor. In the corner of her eye, however, she could see an old man with a long, white beard, staring down at Hermione and herself in confusion. Must have been Dumbledore, she recognized him from one of her school books. But she then saw the man that she and Pansy had met at The Leaky Cauldron, what was his name again? Oh yes, Quirrell.
"March, Boyet!" McGonagall called.
Boyet's heart was pounding as he placed the hat on his head.
Immediately the hat had begun to speak into Boyet's ear.
Interesting Mr March could fit into both Slytherin and Gryffindor, almost perfectly, Hogwarts should really have a house called Slytherdor don't you think?
Boyet didn't really know how to respond. 'I guess'
You are quite brave, and also quite cunning... Let's see, let's see, alright, Better be...
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat finally yelled after five minutes. The Gryffindor table cheered and Boyet punched the air which made many people laugh, he galloped over to the Gryffindor table after he put the hat back and introduced himself to the other students.
"My name's Seamus," The boy with sandy blonde hair said.
"You probably already know me from the train, but I'm Neville Longbottom,"
They all watched as Rose Matheson was sorted into Slytherin and Lily Moon was sorted into Ravenclaw and then went over to sit beside Mandy Brocklehurst.
"Muller, Dray!"
Dray's face stayed the same as he walked up to the stool calmly. He placed the hat on his head, Dray thought that it would speak but it only bellowed.
"SLYTHERIN!" Dray visibly paled, there was a soft clap from the Slytherin table, he looked over to Boyet, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table looking quite saddened, and then to Adhara and Hermione at the Ravenclaw table. He didn't want to be in Slytherin, the hat didn't even give him a chance to make a request. He walked quite slowly over to the Slytherin table and when he got there he got a few glances.
"Muller, you're no Pureblood, are you a half-blood?" A rather large boy asked him. Dray gulped and shook his head.
"No,"
The boy scooched away as if he were trying not to touch a filthy tissue, and glared. Dray shrunk. He caught the eye of Professor Snape, who was grinning broadly at him. Dray smiled, Snape was his house head, he was nice enough, he had bought him Cheesewiz after all.
"Naylor, Falco!"
There were whispers throughout the hall.
Naylor? Did she say Naylor? Isn't he one of Clonny Naylor's sons? I heard she's absolutely mental. Wonder what her kids are like, I hope they're not placed in our house.
He looks nice, you don't think he's like his mother do you?
"He doesn't look like a Naylor, does he?" Cho Chang asked her friend who had introduced herself as Marietta Edgecombe.
"Not really, let's hope that goes for his personality also," The reddish-blonde haired girl replied. Adhara and Hermione couldn't help but overhear.
"Erm, I don't know anything about Falco's parents, but we sat on the train together, and he is really quite lovely, it's the same with his brother, Rein," Adhara didn't want the two girls thinking bad of either of the Naylor twins, especially Falco, he seemed especially fragile.
Cho and Marietta looked at Adhara and smiled weakly and nodded.
Falco blew a piece of hair out of his eyes and walked up to the stool and picked up the hat cautiously. Once it was placed on his head the sorting hat started to talk into his ear.
Ah, let's see here, what to do with you, what to do with you, Hufflepuff eh? Perhaps not... Better be...
"RAVENCLAW!"Falco's eyes widened as Adhara and Hermione clapped and cheered widely. He sat beside Adhara and shook a wave of people's hands, including Cho and Marietta's. Ravenclaw wasn't a bad house, he had two friends in it, Adhara and Hermione, but he had noticed the looks he was getting. No doubt because of his second name. If only they knew-
"Naylor, Reinhard!" Falco was pulled from his thoughts by the call of his twin brother's name.
The second the hat was placed on Rein's head it yelled: "SLYTHERIN!" Fal frowned.
Many Slytherins had heard of Clonny Naylor for her mental episodes. So many knew that Reinhard was half-blood. The claps were louder than Dray's had been. Dray was happy to see that he had a friend in Slytherin.
Rein had looked unfazed and quickly walked over to the Slytherin table after he placed the hat back on the stool.
"Hey Rein, boy am I glad you're here too, I don't think I could have survived this lot on my own," Dray whispered when Rein sat down next to him.
Rein smirked playfully. "Don't you worry little Dray, I'll fight off all the big baddies for you," He cooed tauntingly as he ruffled Dray's messy blonde hair.
"Stop that will you?!" The blonde exclaimed.
"Sorry, sorry," Reinhard held up his hands slightly in surrender.
"Nott, Theodore!" Adhara stiffened at the mention of the Nott boy's name, she really hoped he wouldn't be in Ravenclaw. But her prefect had already informed her that they would be sharing at least two classes with each house, but that didn't seem too bad, she had friends in both Gryffindor and Slytherin. And who knows, maybe Pansy or Cy would be in Hufflepuff, although Adhara secretly hoped they would be in Ravenclaw.
The thin Nott boy with brown hair shuffled over to the stool seeming to not care at all, as if he had already known what house he would be in. Adhara then remembered their conversation from back in Madam Malkin's.
"But I know I'll be in Slytherin,"
Adhara looked over to Dray and Reinhard with worry.
Adhara's fears were confirmed. The hat hadn't even touched Theodore's head when it shouted: "SLYTHERIN!"
Nott smirked and walked over to the Slytherin table and sat in between two monsterly boys who Adhara had thought to be Vicent Crabbe and Greggory Goyle, He looked awfully pleased with himself.
There were a few more kids afterwards. Including twin girls, the Patil twins. One of the girls, Padma, was sorted into Ravenclaw. While her sister, Parvati, was sorted into Gryffindor. There was then Sally-Anne Perks who was sorted into Hufflepuff.
"Potter, Harry!" a scrawny boy with glasses and messy raven hair wandered over to the Sorting Hat.
"That's James Potter's son, have you ever heard of him?" Seamus asked Boyet in his heavy Irish accent.
Boyet shook his head.
"James Potter is a chaser for the Kenmare Kestrels, he's good too,"
After about three minutes the sorting hat had finally shouted: "GRYFFINDOR" Harry Potter jumped off the stool and went to join his house who were cheering as they had for their previous additions.
"Good to meet you, the name's Boyet March," Boyet had introduced himself to Harry who had smiled at him.
"Harry Potter,"
"Are you good at Quidditch then?" Oliver Wood asked the boy with the messy raven hair.
"I-I mean I'm not the best, b-but, I know how to play." He responded.
"Chaser, Seeker, Beater or Keeper?" Wood inquired.
"Oh, erm, I dunno,"
"I'd like to be on the house team," Boyet cut across from what Wood was about to say, "My sister has told me all about them, Chaser sounds like the best."
"Price, Allison," Boyet looked up. Ally Price had marched up to the stool and jammed the hat on her head as she flung herself on the stool desperately. This action drew a chuckle from Wood, Harry, Seamus and himself. He hoped that she wouldn't be in Gryffindor.
"SLYTHERIN!" Boyet's eyes widened. Slytherin was a big difference from Ravenclaw, and plus she was muggle-born. Ally seemed to have been thinking the same thing, her hands were clenched as she glared furiously back at the hat while she walked to the Slytherin table.
Dray and Reinhard both groaned. Neither noticed Estelle Selwyn from the middle of the Slytherin table and Clara Selwyn from at the end of the Gryffindor table staring down at Ally. The two boys had both been so certain that Ally Price would be in Ravenclaw, she seemed like the type. Ally had marched over and plopped down beside Reinhard, who was trying his best to pretend she wasn't there.
"This isn't fair!" She whispered to the two boys. "The hat wouldn't even listen to me! I wanted to be in Ravenclaw, but it refused! And now look where I am, in a house where most of the students hate me just for my blood. I don't belong here, this must be some mistake! I'll have to talk to Professor McGonagall about this-"
"Can you please be quiet? We're trying to pay attention to the sorting," Reinhard asked coldly. Ally Price glared and huffed.
"Rowe, Pansy!" McGonagall finally called out after what seemed like hours to Pansy. 'Ravenclaw, please be Ravenclaw.' Pansy wanted to be with Adhara, Her first friend in the wizarding world.
Once the dusty hat was on her head a great loud voice could be heard in her ear, this made Pansy jump.
You don't really want to be in Ravenclaw, do you young Pansy Rowe? You just want to be with your friend.
Pansy gulped. "Mhm," She whispered.
You're not a Gryffindor... Nor are you a Slytherin... Perhaps Ravenclaw will do, Perhaps. But maybe... Yes... That seems more like it, yes...
"HUFFLEPUFF!
Pansy got up in a huff and walked over to the cheering table of the Hufflepuffs. She slumped down on her chair after many friendly greetings. That was not fair. None of her friends was sorted into Hufflepuff. Although Cy could still be sorted there, but most likely not. Dray and Reinhard were together. Adhara was with Hermione and Falco... Pansy's heart gave a pang at the thought of Adhara. Would she forget all about Pansy now that she had all these new and better friends? Probably. But Adhara didn't seem like the type, did she? But then again there was Boyet, he was also alone, although he did seem to be getting on well with the Gryffindors.
"Hello! My name's Maria Galvo," A girl with strawberry blonde hair with some sort of Spanish accent who was sitting beside Pansy said. Pansy turned around.
"Pansy Rowe, pleasure," Maria smiled.
"Do be forgiving of me if my English is being bad, I was born and grown in Venezuela, see, my Mama be's Welsh witch, while Papa be's Venesualian wizard. I learned English because of Mama. We move back to Whales two months ago to be learning at Hogwarts like Mama had. My brother, Andres, be's starting in the next year." The girl explained.
"Oh no, no, it's ok, your English is good. I'm from Kent. I'm mainly English. Although dad does have a great grandmother from Austria. My parents aren't wizards though, their muggles," Pansy stopped to see how Maria would react. It surprised her when Maria beamed.
"My's grandmama and grandpapa in Venezuela be's Muggles, too. I have two friend muggles, Yoseph and Arlette, they be's very nice,"
"So you're half-blood? Pansy asked. Maria nodded and smiled in response.
"Yes, and you's be a born to Muggles?"
"Muggleborn, yes," Pansy responded. "Friends?" she asked hopefully.
"Of course, Pansy Rowe," Maria beamed.
Thomas, Dean was sorted into Gryffindor, There were only three left now.
"Weasley, Ronald!"
A tall red-head boy with many freckles and large feet stumbled up to the stool, he was the shade of pale green, and almost immediately the hat yelled out: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Ronald seemed to have sighed in relief. He pranked over to the Hufflepuff table and sat down beside Pansy, who had decided to introduce herself.
"Hello, I'm Pansy," She greeted.
"Ronald Weasley, but everyone called me Ron," Ronald smiled gratefully at her.
"Wills, Cy!" McGonagall called the second last name.
Cy strutted confidently up to the stool with the hat on top of it. He didn't care what house he was in. He had at least one friend in each house.
Hmmm... Another one... I was hoping I would never see another Faw- I mean, never mind. The Sorting hat rambled. Cy wondered what a Faw was, He would ask Hermione later, she was bound to know.
What to do with you... well, what house would you like? It asked.
'I don't mind,' thought Cy. The hat was on his head for two minutes now. He could feel everybody's eyes on him.
Surely there must be one house that stands out in particular... Although you don't suit Ravenclaw as much as you do the others, you could still be placed there, you'd go far in each.
Cy thought for a moment. 'I don't think I'd like to be in Hufflepuff,' He concluded after a while. 'Slytherin or Gryffindor would do, and before you say anything I can handle a few spoiled Slytherins,' The hat chuckled at the last part.
Alright then, Let's see... Ah! I know! Better be...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Cy could hear Boyet woop from the cheering Gryffindor table. The Wills boy jogged over smiling brightly.
Boyet grinned and held his fist up for a fist bump. Oliver Wood shook Cy's hand viciously. He sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he and the others had seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, giving Cy the sudden, horrible feeling he'd just plunged into a bucket of cold water.
"Isn't he perfect," A woman with blonde hair to match his own inquired to a tall man beside her who then nodded in response.
Cy gasped, Boyet, the ghost and a girl called Daphne Greengrass looked at him strangely.
What was that? Who was that? It felt so strange. Like a dream. No, it was more like a memory. But that wasn't Cy's mother, Cy's mother, Alana Wills, didn't look anything like that woman. Alana had ash brown hair, whilst that woman had sunflower blonde. Cy didn't have such memories of such a woman. The weird thing was that he couldn't see a face, they were both blurry. Although Cy had the feeling he had seen them somewhere before, met them even.
Cy didn't even pay attention to the last sorting, Blaise Zabini, who was sorted into Slytherin.
Adhara could see the high table properly now. In the centre sat Albus Dumbledore. Adhara recognized him from A History of Magic. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. Adhara's eyes landed on professor Quirrell, too, the nervous young man from the leaky cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban.
Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.
Adhara looked down at her empty gold plate. Hermione did the same, they had only just realized how hungry they were. The Pumpkin Pasties seemed like ages ago.
Albus Dumbledore had got to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. But his eyes read a different story altogether, they flickered at the Slytherin table. Adhara didn't know how to feel about him, Falco must have felt the same, also. He was looking at Dumbledore quite weirdly.
"Welcome!" He exclaimed, "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words, and they are Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" He spoke. "Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Pansy didn't know whether to laugh or not.
"Is he- a bit mad?" She asked a third-year who was sitting across from her called Cedric Diggory.
"Mad?" Replied Cedric airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad yes, potatoes?"
Reinhard and Dray's mouths fell open. The dishes in front of them were now piled with food. Neither of them had ever seen so many things they both liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, chips, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup and, for some strange reason, mint humbugs.
Dray had never exactly been starved. While Julia never would have had a problem with doing so, Tanner had always made sure he ate. Dray piled his plate with a bit of everything except the humbugs and began to eat. It was all delicious.
"Dumbledore's mad so he is," They heard another first-year boy say, Theodore Nott. Reinhard and Dray both glared. But not because of what he said about Dumbledore, but because of what he called Adhara.
Adhara had told them all about her and Pansy's trip to Diagon Alley on the train, and she accidentally let it slip that Theodore Nott had called her a Mudblood in Madam Malkins. Falco, Boyet and Reinhard were appalled, nobody else knew what that word meant, but when they informed them they, too, were appalled.
"Truly is horrifying that he's not sacked- yet," Nott continued. "Overheard my father a week or two ago,"
Ruben Nott was a powerful man in the Ministry of Magic, he had recently taken the position of the head of The Department of International Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, there were rumours of him being up for the next Minister Of Magic, not to mention he was on the infamous Wizengamot, he was truly a powerful man indeed. For this reason, everyone in ears reach leaned in closer to hear what Mr Nott's son was about to say, Reinhard included.
"What did he say, Theo?" Asked Millie Foley who was batting her eyelashes. Ally scoffed beside them.
"He said that he suspects that Dumbledore had something to do with the Horntail Attack, and quite frankly, so do I," There were many gasps at the table. "Did you know that I was actually there that night? That I survived it? Well yeah, It was me, Estelle Selwyn, Clara Selwyn, Kaius Macnair, Titus Carrow and Thorfinn Rowle who survived. Thorfinn lost his two sisters, Hestia and Esme, such a tragedy."
It was then everybody started to launch into their questions.
"No, I don't remember their names, none of us does, I do know that one of the Lestrange twins was about betrothed to Lucius Malfoy's daughter," Theo went on, basking in all the attention he was getting, "No, Aunt Narcissa hasn't gone crazy, just depressed, honestly whoever started that rumour..." He went on to answer Blaise Zabini
"No I don't remember anything from that night, or morning, mother said that it was just such a traumatic experience, here comes Kaius now," A tall bulky second year with black hair came and sat near them, more and more questions arose, The boys and Ally stopped listening.
"Honestly, what a horrid boy, using his family's trauma for attention," Ally spat. Reinhard and Dray nodded in response.
"That does look good," said the ghost in the ruff sadly, watching Cy cut up his steak."Can't you-?"
"I haven't eaten for nearly five hundred years," The ghost replied, "I don't need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don't think I've introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower,"
"I know who you are!" Seamus spoke up, "You're Nearly Headless Nick!"
"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-" The ghost began but Boyet cut across him.
"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?
Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he had wanted.
"Like this," he replied irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him but had not done it properly. Daphne Greengrass, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil all screeched in horror and clamped their hands over their mouths. Looking quite pleased with himself, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back on to his neck, coughed and said, "So - new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the House Championship this year- again, if we win this year it'll be our fifth year in a row! I do love rubbing it in the Bloody Baron's face, you know, he's the Slytherin ghost,"
Cy looked over to the Slytherin table and saw a horrific ghost sitting there, he had blank staring eyes, a gaunt face and robes stained with silver blood. He was sitting right beside a rather scared looking first year trying to make conversation but was failing miserably no doubt.
"How did he get covered in blood?" Asked Dean Thomas with great interest.
"I've never asked," Replied Nearly Headless Nick delicately.
"Boy," Cy said to Boyet.
"Ye?" He replied.
"You said that you're half-blood..."
"I am."
"Yes but, you don't know much about the Wizarding World, why's that?"
Boyet looked up from his potatoes."My mum's a witch, but Dad's a muggle, Mum wanted to keep me and Rose and our little brother, Nevin, away from the Wizarding World growing up, I only knew about little of it before, and the rest of it I know from Rose," He responded.
"But that's unfair, don't you think?" Oliver Wood piped up.
"Well, sorta, you see, my brother, Neven, is a squib. Mum didn't want to run anything in his face or make him feel worse than he already did. Nevin's always been mum's favourite." Everyone gave a small 'oh'
Falco was in Heaven. He had never had this much food at home, or in his dreams even. It was probably the best food he had ever tasted also. He was now helping himself to some lamb chops and gravy.
Falco had been disappointed when Rein went to Slytherin, though he had been expecting it. Before leaving the house the two had come to the conclusion that Reinhard would probably be sorted into Slytherin, while they both had known Fal would probably be in Hufflepuff. The latter now proved to be false.
"Never had this good of food before in my life," Hermione said as she chewed on some carrots. "Mum's a horrid cook, so his dad,"
"I never had this much food in my life," Falco chuckled as he stabbed his fork into the second lamb chop on his plate.
Hermione and Adhara both looked up suddenly, Fal immediately knew he had said the wrong thing. Hermione had looked slightly uncomfortable. She then began to speak
"W- Fal I'm so sor-"
"No, no, My family's well able to afford it,"
The two girls stared for a second before what he had just said sank in. Adhara was the first to gasp.
"You- What?! You mean they- they starve you and Rein?!" She gasped.
"Shhh! Quiet down, I wouldn't call it starving, Dara, don't worry, it's not that bad, my parents just don't fully understand that I and my brother are more work than dogs, that's all, plus everyone can take the belt,"
Adhara and Hermione stared wide-eyed.
"No! Fal! We don't get the belt! I'm pretty sure that I speak for the majority of the school when I say that!" Hermione exclaimed, "Although I'm not perfectly sure of how Wizarding families do things," Fal looked at the two, mouth forming a slight 'o'.
"I've never been physically punished in my life, my parents- most parents usually send their children to their room, ground them. Not bloody hit them What else- else do they-"
"We slept in the attic," Falco didn't entirely know why he was telling Adhara and Hermione this, he just was, he felt- knew, that he could trust them, Fal felt that he had met Dara and Mione before.
Adhara felt as if she would get sick, while Hermione looked as if she would.
"Fal, you really don't think this is normal, do you?" Hermione inquired. "I mean, you sleep in an attic, they sometimes starve you, and they- they use physical violence, I was wondering why everyone thought illy of your mo- Mrs Naylor, but now-" She stopped speaking once she realized that Falco already knew what she meant.
"Listen, the... erm... belting, only happens when we really misbehave, which is very rare," He lied, "We do get food, if they don't give us some then we get some for ourselves, and it's completely fine up in the attic,"
"Fal..." Adhara started.
"Ye?"
"I and Pansy were walking down the street in Diagon Alley a few weeks ago, and we heard yelling, and then we saw... you, your mum and Rein," Adhara bit her lip.
Rein stared at her for a good ten seconds, he had remembered that day well, Clonny Naylor and Mr Naylor had used the belt that evening.
Fal let out a frustrated sigh. "Listen, I dunno why I even brought it up, ok, just please don't tell anyone, I promise that if it gets too bad, Rein and I will report it to Dumbledore or our year head, what was his name? Ah, yes, Flitwick! But anyway, can we please just forget about it? I don't want to be the one to ruin your first meal at Hogwarts,"
The two girls looked at each other.
"Falco-"
"No, please! Please just trust me!" Falco pleaded, this conversation had really taken a turn.
"Ok fine, but, if it gets too bad you have, to tell somebody, Adhara continued. Fal nodded frantically.
"So how have your Summers been?" He asked the two trying desperately to change the subject,
"It was good, I saw Cy a lot, wrote to Pansy, played soccer, went to Diagon Alley. You know, all the regular stuff," Adhara responded feeling guilty.
"Meh, didn't really do anything, I visited Diagon Alley," Hermione said truthfully. In fact, receiving her letter and going to Diagon Alley had been the only things she had done that were somewhat interesting. The Grangers were distancing themselves from Hermione, they could hardly even stay in the same room as her without making up some silly excuse like: 'I'm going to make some coffee,' or 'I'll go check the letterbox,' when it was seven o'clock in the evening, 'I need to go to the bathroom.' Hermione thought they had just been pressured by the whole witch thing, they had never acted that way towards her before.
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from their plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the puddings appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavour you could think of. Treacle tarts, pumpkin pasties, apple pies, jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding...
Adhara helped herself to chocolate ice cream and strawberries, Hermione grabbed as many jam doughnuts, whilst Falco gobbled up as many rice puddings that he could fit in his stomach.
"Are the apple pies nice?" Asked a girl who seemed to be Padma Patil.
"I'd say so, I haven't tried them yet, everything else is nice, so they probably are as well," Adhara answered.
At last, the desert had too disappeared and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahem- just a few more words now we are all fed and watered. I have a few start of term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that also,"
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed over in the direction of the Weasley twins who were sitting at the Ravenclaw table.
"I have also been asked by Mr Filch, the caretaker, to remind you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing for their house team should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death,"
Pansy laughed, but she was one of the few who did so, Dray being another.
"He's not serious?" She asked the Hufflepuff prefect, Gabriel Truman.
"Must be," He replied, frowning up at Dumbledore, "It's odd because he usually gives us reason as to why we're not allowed to go somewhere- the forest's full of all sorts of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" Cried Dumbledore. Pansy, Maria and Ron had then noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.
Dumbledore gave his wand a flick as if he were trying to get a fly off the end and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself snake-like into words.
"Everyone pick your favourite tune," Called the headmaster, "And off we go!"
And the whole school bellowed:
'Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald,
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling,
With some interesting stuff,
For now, they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.'
Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins who were sitting at the Ravenclaw table were left singing along to the very slow funeral march. Dumbledore had conducted their last few lines with his wand, and when they were finished, he was one of those who had clapped loudest.
The Gryffindor first-years followed Oliver Wood through the chattering crowds, out of The Great Hall and up the marble staircase. Cy's legs were like lead. He stuck by Boyet, Seamus, Neville and Dean. Wood led them all through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries. They climbed more staircases. Cy and Boyet how much further they would have to go when they came to a sudden halt.
A bundle of walking sticks was floating in mid-air ahead of them and as Oliver took a step towards them they started throwing themselves at him.
"Peeves," He whispered to the first years. "A poltergeist." He raised his voice. "Peeves! Show yourself!"
A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, answered.
"Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?"
There was a pop and a little man with wicked dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross-legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks.
"Ooooooh!" He said with an evil cackle. "Ickle firsties! What fun!"
Peeves swooped suddenly at them, they all ducked.
"Go away, Peeves or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" Barked Wood.
Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished, dropping the walking sticks on Neville, Lavender and Oliver's heads. They heard him zooming away, rattling coats of armour as he passed.
"Moving on then," Oliver grumbled as he rubbed the spot on his head that the walking stick hit.
At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" She asked.
"Caput Draconis," Replied Wood in his thick Scottish accent. The portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through- Neville needed a leg up- and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cosy, round room full of squashy armchairs. A couple of chess boards and stacks of what looked to be bored games were on the other side of the room. Students from older years were scattered throughout.
"I still don't think it's fair," One said, "All the other houses had their common rooms changed and decorated over the years, but of course Dumbledore had to refuse to let Gryffindor be treated the same, all for the purpose of keeping the honour it apparently had from when he attended, simply ridiculous so it is."
Wood directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. At the top of the spiral staircase - they were obviously in one of the towers - they found their beds, at last, Seven four-posters hung with deep red velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up, along with their owls and toads.
"Ello there, Tide, How's it goin?" Boyet went over and stroked his owl through the cage.
It was then the quiet boy called Hayme Doyle who went over to his bed that had a fresh pair of red striped pyjamas laying on top. Up until now, Boyet had never really noticed him, he had seen Harry talking to him earlier, he seemed quite shy.
"Hi, I don't think that we've had a chance to talk yet, I'm Boyet March, and you're..." Boyet went over to introduce himself.
Doyle turned around in a panic.
"Oh, erm, sorry I didn't mean to startle you,"
Hayme sighed in what looked to be relief.
"I apologize, I'm can be jumpy at times, Hayme, Hayme Doyle,"
After a few more words to each other, the boys had gotten their PJ's on along with the other five and hopped into bed.
Boyet was going to ask Cy if he had another tricycle tart, but he fell asleep almost at once.
Boyet suddenly felt as though he was levitating. It was a funny feeling, so it was.
He opened his eyes slightly, there was a figure... It was smaller than a person though... but what was it? That was no human.
He opened his eyes fully, he was in a dark room, three other beds apart from his own were inside in each corner. The room felt oddly familiar.
Boyet then remembered realized that he was indeed levitating, but wha- then he saw it. A small little creature with tennis-ball like eyes seemed to be the cause of his current position.
"Feeny?" Came a voice, Boyet soon realized it was his own, but younger sounding. Hold on a second, this wasn't his body! Well, it was... but it was smaller, HE was smaller. But this can't be right, he didn't even know what a Feeny was.
"Please be forgiving of Feeney, Master Boy," The creature spoke.
Boyet's eyes snapped open. He breathed heavily. What was that creature? He had never seen anything like that before. Perhaps it was just an animal of some sort that his mind had made up. But that wouldn't explain it speaking. He was magical though. Boyet's mind was all over the place. He was too tired of this, he looked around and he saw that all the other boys were asleep, he could hear Cy and Seamus snoring.
He would just lay his head down and go to sleep, he would think about this in the morning when he was well-rested.
He didn't know that he wouldn't remember the dream in the morning, not everyone remembers their dreams, after all, Boyet just so happened to be one of them.
Adhara, Hermione and Falco all gawked as they followed after their prefect, Robert Hilliard. The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were magnificent. There were paintings that spoke to you, secret passageways, ghosts and so much more that none of them could even begin to describe.
The prefect guided the Ravenclaw first years up one of the many marble staircases with his head held high. Adhara, Hermione and Falco walked side by side.
The group came to a halt in front of a large stone statue of an eagle. They stared at it for a good five seconds, not being entirely sure what to do.
Adhara looked at Hermione, thinking she would know what to do, she received a shrug in reply.
"I have eighty-eight keys, yet none open doors. What am I?" The eagle asked. Many people jumped, flinched or screeched.
"You have to answer a riddle to get into the common room, it's the only way, it won't let you in otherwise. If you don't answer correctly you will have to wait until somebody else comes and answers for you. I got stuck outside in my second year for the entire night, Flitwick wasn't very happy to see me the next morning. But I learned from my mistake, hasn't happened since." Robert explained. "So, go on, answer the riddle."
The group went silent.
"A piano?" Falco asked. The eagle then started to slide across much to many peoples amazement.
"Well done Falco Naylor, as for the rest of you, you'll get there eventually," Robert said.
He guided the group through the passage, the eagle on the other side slid back into its original position. Once the group of first-years entered the common room they were immediately greeted by a huge white and gold staircase. Blue banners were hanging on the walls here and there with the Ravenclaw crest sewed onto them. A portrait of a woman who seemed to be Rowena Ravenclaw hung above the passage. Adhara had recognised her from the chocolate frog card. A frank piano was in the middle of the room.
"Welcome to the Ravenclaw common room," Robert Hillard started, "If you wish to join a study group there will be a sheet hung up in the main part of the common room, you could create one if you would like, but you will, of course, have to run it by Professor Flitwick. If you need help with any homework or just need help in general, all the older students- including myself- are always more than happy to help out, that's not to say we will just simply tell you the answers, no, no, that will never be the case. For those of you who like to play chess, there is always a chess tournament every Thursday night, I personally think it is worth the try, we usually have all sorts of snacks and beverages, we expect studying to be done first though. For those of you who have never read, Hogwarts: A History, Ravenclaw Tower is a very safe and peaceful place, mostly due to the confundus charm placed to repel violence, there hasn't been a fight of any sort in all my time here," Adhara could see Hermione look proudly around, she knew Hermione had read Hogwarts: A History.
Robert guided the group up the staircase. The whole group gasped at the sight of the second floor. It was almost identical to a library. There were dozens upon dozens of bookshelves throughout the room, each and everyone jammed packed with books. Globes were scattered throughout the room also. Royal blue sofas and armchairs were on one side of the room, while there were at least twenty to thirty long dark oak tables on another. Students sat in each, most had a book or a quill and parchment in hand. There was a fire on each side, the flames were blue. Celestial patterned walls and carpets were scattered throughout the room also.
Adhara and Fal almost burst out laughing at Hermione's face.
"Just a small library, just wait until you see the Hogwarts library," Robert mused. Falco was dumbstruck at this.
"Just a small library?! God the main library must be huge," Both Adhara and Hermione- who now recovered- nodded in agreement.
"Moving on," The prefect announced.
He showed the group up the curved stairs once again, this time up to the main common room.
"Could you two join a study group with me? I have no problem doing one on my own, I'd just like the company, you know? I didn't have many friends back home," Hermione asked.
"I don't mind joining one," Fal replied,
"Neither do I, I think it would be quite fun,"
Hermione smiled and thanked the two.
There was yet another gasp once they got to the main part of the common room. Immediately Adhara saw that the ceiling of the Ravenclaw common room was much like the Great Hall ceiling, although this one was more celestial-themed, shooting stars and comets here and there. There was also an illusion that there were floating stars all around the common room, not just on the ceiling. There was a large fountain in the middle of the room that's waters were gold.
"You see that fountain there, it's said to grant wishes to the worthy," Robert stated.
There was a large gold statue of Rowena Ravenclaw over in between two curved staircases- that the three assumed were leading to the dorms- once again, Adhara recognized it from both the portrait downstairs and the chocolate frog card. These carpets also had a celestial theme. A few art canvases stood over by another few bookshelves, while many telescopes stood by large windows in front of them. Plush royal blue sofas and armchairs were in groups around the common room with dark oak tables in front of each sofa, many, many pillows of all shapes and sizes sat on each of them, white and blue bean bags were also scattered around the room. Over by yet another bookshelf was a tree with blue land gold leaves and small clocks hanging from each branch. One grand piano to match the one on the first floor of the tower was in the middle of the room, chess boards were over at the wall by the right-hand side, Adhara noticed that the pieces were different to the regular muggle ones. There was plenty of blackboard by the couches also.
"Cho! Can you please show the girls to their dormitories? I'll show the boys to theirs," Robert called over to Cho Chang, who was sitting playing chess with Marietta.
"Alright, Rob,"
"Follow me, boys, it's getting late, you'd all better go to bed," Robert said to the boys.
Adhara and Hermione said their goodbyes to Fal and Falco said his goodbyes to the two girls. Once Robert guided the boys up the stairs to their common room, the girls were left. This group included Adhara, Hermione, Padma Patil, Mandy
Brocklehurst and Lily Moon.
"Come on then you five, your dormitories are right up this way, you have the fourth one, the dormitories are lovely, just you wait," Cho exclaimed. "I'll just be a moment Marietta!"
Cho walked with the girls up the stairs to their dorms. They walked past a door labelled 2nd Year Girls, and one labelled 5th Year Girls, And then one naming 3rd Year Girls, And finally one that read 1st Year Girls. The door to the dormitory had a moon crescent on the front.
"In other houses the charm the girl's stairs so the boys can't get inside, in Ravenclaw we just charm the rooms," Cho explained, "That moon is where the charm was placed, so nobody can get past the door," She pushed the handle down and the five girls gasped at the sight.
The room was stunning. It was circular. The walls were blue, white and gold, much like the rest of the tower. The floors were dark oak, much like the tables in the library and common room. There were two window seats with pillows and blankets to make them more comfortable. What Adhara was focused most on was the large four-poster bed with long, blue curtains, the sheets and pillows were blue, the fluffy blanket at the bottom was white, the sheets were light blue. There was a small shelf above each of the five beds, each empty of course, the girls would decorate them later on. A trunk was at the end of each bed, but it wasn't the ones they had brought with them, they were brand new ones that Hermione had thought to be for their clothes instead of a wardrobe. There were, however, hangers hanging up in the poles at the end of the beds. The room was rather large, there were five study desks over in another part of the room that's circular-shaped, A shelf above each of them packed with books. A bedside table stood beside each of the beds, a small clock on each. The bathrooms were rather plain, there were two toilets, one on each side and a black and sapphire separator.
"This is- woah," Lily gasped as she looked around the room over and over again.
Adhara sat on the bed that was nearest to the window seat, which was also where all of her luggage was, including her owl, Morkipie.
Hermione had the bed beside Adhara.
"These pyjamas are nice, I didn't know that they would give us some. If I had known I wouldn't have packed six pairs of pyjamas," Hermione said to Adhara, who laughed.
"I'll be going now, you girls better be getting to bed though, it's awfully late," Cho spoke and then left the room and closed the door behind her.
His plan was going perfectly. Although there were a few flaws that he would have to go over, Albus Dumbledore was happy with how things were working out.
What was left of the Death Eaters had been quiet since he had killed Tom Riddle, they had already been growing weaker and weaker due to the abduction of their children.
Dumbledore now sat at the desk in his office. He had just got back from The Great Hall, where he had just watched the sorting, which he had been unimpressed with. He had only managed to get two of the death eater's children, The Fawley's son and the eldest Carrow son, in Gryffindor. The others had been placed in the rest of the houses.
It wasn't the worst thing in the world, however, to have three of them being Slytherins. They would soon realize how the people in the house of Salazar Slytherin acted toward students who weren't what they called a pureblood. He would just have to gain their trust.
Hermione Malfoy was a mix between Andromeda Tonks and Medusa Malfoy. Adhara Lestrange was a mix between her two parents and her two grandmothers. Draco- or Dray- Malfoy was the spitting image of Lucius. Then there was Boyet Carrow, who was nobody if not Amycus Carrow. For this reason, the professors were already starting to get suspicious, Dumbledore would have to do something about that. And fast.
Killing Tom Riddle had been no easy task for Albus Dumbledore; however, it was quite unfortunate that he had not fallen for the first of the two of his fake prophecies. The prophecy about Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom had failed miserably. Tom had known exactly what Dumbledore was up to then.
But Dumbledore had another trick up his sleeve.
A few weeks after the capturing of the children he had given a seer that the Dark Lord was interested in some fake memories. When the Lestrange brothers had successfully captured him he had told them of his fake prophecy.
The prophecy had foretold that a child of one of The Dark Lord's most loyal followers child would be his downfall. At first, the Dark Lord hadn't been too sure. But he was too paranoid. He had to believe it eventually.
Tom had stopped looking for the children himself, he had ordered his followers to not take the children back if they found them until the time was tight. Dumbledore knew that if Tom was alive right now he would have killed them if he got the chance. He couldn't kill the few remaining children, though he knew he needed his followers' loyalty.
Dumbledore had not known why the death eaters were not going after the children now, his best guess was that they still believed their Lord was alive. But Albus knew otherwise. He had killed Voldemort himself, killing curse and all. There was simply no way that was possible.
But now he didn't know what to do with the children. Their memories would slowly come back due to them being near magic again. He had only managed to separate the Parkinson siblings and the Malfoy twins, this needed to be done for their memories to stay forgotten. He had not been successful in separating the two Carrows and the Lestrange twins. It was unfortunate that the Ives boy had turned out to have magical blood, Dumbledore would have never guessed.
If it weren't for needing the children, Dumbledore would have already killed them by now. But he needed the children to do something for him. He needed them to join the light. The second Wizarding war could very well happen when the death eaters rise. Dumbledore would need the numbers. The use of blood magic could come in very useful also. Eventually, he needed the children to find out about their parentage, but not until the time was right. They would die at the right time, light or not, they still had their parents' blood and the Wizarding world could never rest assured while they still walked the earth, breathing. Dumbledore would do it himself. He would be the defeater of both the Dark Lord Voldemort and Grindelwald and the children of the most infamous death eaters.
Dumbledore was prepared. He would let the children live peacefully until then. But when the time came, there would be no mercy.